He sits on the bed, waiting for me to sit down next to him. he turns a bit so he's facing me. He runs a hand through his messy hair, a habit of his when he get nervous or he is struggling with something.
"I get off on killing women," he started. "It's mainly the ones that have used me in some sort of way, threw me away as trash. or I'm just pissed off, I take all my anger off on some slut," he spits.
"Cameron-"
"Sorry, but women only want sex and money, it's hard for us guys to find a decent women who's willing to pull the same weight as us," he snickers.
I give him a look. "Not all women are like that Cameron," I tell him.
He stands up quickly, throwing his hands up in the air. "Yes they fucking are, to me they are! I knew you wouldn't understand. you're just like them, either slutty or just fucking stupid!"
I stand up, not really looking intimidating cause of my shortness. I point my finger in his face. "Don't you dare compare me to anyone else, even the people you've killed. I am noting like them," I spat.
"You could have fooled me," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
I swing my hand , about to slap him, but his reflexes are too quick. He's holding on to me, that burning sensation in his eyes from earlier. He pushes me onto the bed.
"Don't temp me, Allyson, i will hurt you," he hisses.
"You've had so many opportunities, yet you haven't tried anything on me," I spit at him. He wasn't a bad ass, and I was stupid enough to challenge him.
He tilts his head down, looking at the bottom of my shirt. He smirks at me, his hand going underneath the hem of my shirt. My breath hitches in the back of my throat, as his warm hands skim my stomach. Hes staring at me, watching my face as he touches me. Hes licking his lips, my stomach is in knots.
I feel his hands at the wire of my bra, and my eyes go wide. What the fuck is he doing to me! "It's called teasing. Ever heard of it?" he answers. I want to face palm myself, I need a doctor so I stop speaking out loud.
His hand runs over my breast, just resting there for a minute, he grins at me, its an insane grin. His hand is right at my Valley, and I'm no longer breathing. I'm afraid if I breath, I'll explode. Before I know it, his hand is out of my shirt. I am Breathing again, and he's on top of me, sitting on my stomach.
"Don't fuck with me, Hope. I'll Torture you, sexually and physically."
I'm honestly afraid of his threat. Not being tortured physically, but sexually. What Cameron did was terrible, horrible, and cruel, and all he did was merely touch my chest, and is wasn't skin on skin!
"What's wrong Hope? Did you mess with the wrong person?"
I'm determined now. I wasn't going to let him mess with me I flip us over, me straddling him. I reach into my bra, but come up short. I look down at Cameron and see him smirking at me.
"Looking for something?"
"Dammit. You took it,"
"Yes, I did. And it belongs to me, not you."
An idea popped into my head. "It's in your pocket, Isn't it?"
"More like inside my pants. You don't have the balls to take it out, after all, you're a shy little girl."
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah, if I lose, you get whatever you want. If I win, you're going to have to kiss me and more."
"Alright, you got yourself a deal." I get closer to his ear. "But you don't know me. Shy girl is just a cover act. I'm a freak in real life."
I go down on him, trailing my hand down his stomach to his area. I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and I see him gulp. My hand runs over the button, and I unzip his zipper. He hisses, and I can't help but grin like a Cheshire cat. After I unbutton his pants, I slid them down a bit, revealing the elastic band of his boxers. The knife was right there, and I thought I would do something to tease Cameron, because he thinks he's the shit of teasing when in reality, he isn't.
I lower my face down, and grab the switch blade with my mouth. Cameron's head is thrown back, a loud, throaty groan slipping from his mouth. My nose brushes against his skin and I pull up. I grab the blade from my mouth showing him he lost.
"What do you want?" he asks, recovering from what I did to him.
I tapped the side of my face, pretending to think about it. There was one thing I really wanted to do, as sick-minded as it was, I have an urge to watch.
"Well I want to see you kill."
"What? No, Allyson."
He gets up, leaving me on the bed. I stare at him as he walks towards the bathroom. I get up and lean against the door frame.
"Why not?"
"It's too dangerous."
"How?"
"It just is Allyson."
"What if I lure in someone?"
He arches his eyes brow at me."You? Lure in my next victim?"
"Yes, I can lure in females."
"Hmmm," he says. He looks at me up and down. "Fine, but I'm getting you ready."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I'm dressing you that's the only thing I ask if you want to come."
I gave him a weird look, "Okay, fine, you have a deal Cameron."
It's like i made a deal with the devil.
